The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

"So, can we be sure that their target is our siren?" Peggy threw out a question.

"At least, this is the only goal we can speculate on now."

Steve, who was forcibly recalled, frowned: "Why this time? Did they find something?"

"Probably because they are nervous." Fury signaled his subordinates to bring up a storage box half the height of the forearm.

"As far as you know, even though we have forced the closure of many factories, there are still a lot of leaked products. Here are all kinds of mermaid-related products that we seized during this period, and there are quite a variety of them." Fury took out from the inside A whole set of cosmetics are fishtail logo.

"This is the most basic." Fury pushed it on the table, "Our researchers conducted comparative experiments with various products on the market."

"I'm sure you already know what I'm going to say."

"No matter how good it is, these are siren grease." Bucky showed a complicated expression.

All the female members present gave him blank looks, and Bucky looked back: "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"gogetagirlfriend [go get a girlfriend]," Natasha smiled 'friendly' at him, "you'll know what's in a woman's makeup."

"These are medicines." Fury poured out a bunch of bottles and cans, mixed with several pills, "The same, basically have several times higher potency than the same type of medicines on the market."

Turning sirens into various products, no matter how many times he encounters this kind of thing, Steve can't get used to it, and he is also very worried about becoming a habit.

Fury finally pulled out a small Ziploc bag, about an ounce in size.He shook the pale pink crystals inside, ranging from 1-2mm in diameter, all in the shape of hexagonal flakes.

"This thing is called pinkdy on the black market." Fury pushed the thing to the center of the table, "It's a kind of spiritual placebo that we accidentally seized yesterday."

"Unlike ordinary stimulants, she will develop a higher dependence than ordinary drugs."

"Just pure, dependency drugs." Fury sat back in his chair, "At least in the mouths of some of the people we know, the first tomato tasted, this... dy, brings a huge sense of well-being and satisfaction."

"I'll quote a few sentences here, 'It's a sense of happiness that this world can't give you', 'I feel like I'm in love'."

Fury's dark face said these words with great effect.

"Are you implying that this has something to do with mermaids too?" Steve sat up straight.

"youtellme, [you tell me] cap—" Fury clasped his hands together, "at least we got it from a factory that processed... well, you know,"

"We couldn't identify the main component, so 80.00% likely."

Steve reached for the small bag: "...I'll show Angus."

Fury tapped his fingers on the table: "We need to take action, stronger. Continue to passively deal with the various difficulties they suddenly create, and we will lose control."

"So what are you trying to do?" Steve put away the little bag. "Why don't we just get rid of their last stronghold?"

"We will agree to their request. They want us to provide female mermaids. As long as the male one is sent, it's no problem. But the location and how to communicate must be decided by us, and it must be in the public eye." Fury Very calm, "It shouldn't be us who are afraid of showing up in the sun, they should be afraid.

Taxpayers want to know, so we tell them. "

Steve was silent for a while: "The siren is not an animal we raise, Fury. What about Ross and Shelley's own wishes?"

"Loss?"

"Yes, the red one is called Ross. . . . I've spoken to him."

Fury raised his eyebrows: "Don't you think this is a piece of information, should you share it with us?"

Steve smiled. "So I shared."

Fu Ruiha let out a sigh, understood, and continued: "They obviously imply that we have concealed the truth about the mermaid for our own benefit.

And they, no matter who they are...will provide the truth to everyone as the existence that dares to oppose the government, and will also provide products to ordinary people fairly, but we don't allow it. "

"They completely exploited our reluctance to make a scene and cause panic and backlash. Bad guys are always bolder because we have so much to think about."

"But, right now, we have to outshine them and show control. If Angus can—"

"Angus won't get involved here, that's my bottom line." Steve didn't compromise.

"——You can't keep him covered tightly. Besides, you haven't forgotten that you asked SHIELD for help before, and wanted to treat him, right?

If he is completely on the side of humans, we will not only have a means of communicating and avoiding conflicts between mermaids and humans, but we will even have an explanation for the taxpayers of the explanation. "

"Whether it's good for the mermaid or us, isn't it?"

"Well, yes, it's only bad for Angus." Steve never minded being the target himself, but Angus couldn't.

"Besides, Angus doesn't have enough prestige in the Siren. In fact, I don't think there can be a real leader among the Sirens." Steve thought about that strange Ross, "They're very...individualized, independent, self-managing..."

"No, what we need is not the real leader of the siren. We just need people to believe that everything about the merfolk, our control has not been lost."

"Angus is the best evidence for them."

"The exposure of the merfolk is almost inevitable, and we need to prepare ourselves. Based on the current situation, we really need to prepare our guns before shaking hands."

Steve gave a disapproving look.

"Captain, be realistic. I didn't ask you to make a choice now, and I also respect Angus's ideas." Fury motioned for this topic to be put down first, "But Angus is the best example and the best example. fit to be seen."

"Shelley, or Ross as you say, they are not suitable, are they?"

Steve also chose to avoid this topic for the time being: "So, the plan is what you just did, and we temporarily agreed to their proposal to set up a meeting?"

"Although I don't think they will act according to plan, we need to stand on the front. The actions of the Siren can no longer be hidden in the dark. At least, the part that is exposed must be reasonable."

Steve responded.

"Now, captain, how did you contact Ross?" Fury didn't continue to entangle, obviously confident in Steve's final compromise, and changed the subject, "Maybe we can use it."

"I can tell you, but I don't think you can get anything from him." Steve pinched his nose.

Anyway, the last conversation between him and Ross turned out to be subtle.

"He's not the same as Shelley. At least he's learned a lot from humans. Maybe he's better able to adapt to these dark parts than Angus." Steve remembered his half-saying and leaving the other half. Words that carry themselves into the ditch with a touch of humanity.

Picking at the table, Steve showed a little bit of displeasure.

"I'll ask him for his opinion. As for whether he wants to talk to you, it's up to him." Steve actually wanted to see Fury suffer from Ross.

From his point of view, Lowes simply doesn't care about any of the crap they're discussing here.He doesn't even care about his own life or death, let alone other sirens.

Throwing such a tricky role to the equally tricky Fury might turn out unexpectedly smooth.

The more Steve thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was very good, and he stood up immediately: "I'll make a call and see if I can make an appointment for you."

Fury was surprised to see him so active.

The call came, and it was Charles who answered it.

Ross agreed to meet with Fury, because Charles said that Steve's boss wanted to talk to him, so he agreed neatly.

After listening to the whole process recounted by Charles, Steve suddenly felt that Ross was actually not that difficult to deal with, but he seemed to have lost his way.

After putting down the phone, Steve thought about it.

Sirens themselves seem to have a point of control, once caught, they really jump into any trap without hesitation.

Shelley, for example, is food.For example, Ross, as long as it is troublesome, he is willing to do it.

Another example is Angus...

Steve pursed his lips, Angus' point... was himself.

Shaking the phone, Steve felt that he had figured out a way to make the fish who lost his temper with him for no reason come back to him honestly.

Angus is still recuperating in bed, freeing himself from the conflict of wanting Steve but not wanting to see him.

The phone next to him rang.

Looking at the phone, Angus knew it was Steve, turned his head and turned a deaf ear.

Steve was not surprised by his reaction, but just hung up the phone calmly.Angus pouted, sat up and looked at the phone.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang again. After the ringing ended, Angus got up, carried the phone back to the bed, and lay down.

Steve didn't hide the existence of Fury X Academy, it wasn't for him, but for Charles.

I believe that even if Fury spends a whole day in it, he still won't remember anything he shouldn't know.

The meeting was scheduled for the afternoon, during which Steve would call Angus every 10 minutes, but without exception there was no response.

Everything was ready, before departure, after putting down the phone, Steve smiled.

Angus hugged the phone, watched it when it rang, and then fell asleep when it stopped ringing.

Just as he was dazed, Angus tapped the phone reflexively, but the call that should have come did not come.

Angus rubbed his eyes, sat up and waited for a while, but still nothing.

Then he waited another long time.

Not sleepy anymore, refreshed.

Fiddled with the phone, he hesitated whether to call back.As soon as he pressed a button, he felt aggrieved. As soon as he pursed his lips, he raised his hand and threw the phone out violently.

If you don't fight, don't fight!A mere Steve.

Inexplicably depressed, Angus buried himself in the quilt.

... Now there is no phone call even if he wants to call, even if he calls, he will not be able to answer it.

He's a jerk now, and Steve is an asshole.

The one he wanted to be the jerk.

Steve stepped on the wreckage of the phone on the ground as soon as he opened the door, picked it up and put it aside.

"Angus?" Steve called to the man lying on his back.

"Why are you here...I hate you." Angus muffled.

...Don't panic, don't panic first.

Steve comforted himself: "Furry wants to talk to Ross, I—"

"Loss?" Angus sat up, "It's Ross again? You're being played around by him, and you still go to him?! Did I just drop by?"

Steve... his mouth.

"Angus, it's Fury! Remember, that black bald head, one-eyed, is here for Ross. I'm here for you." Steve tried to save him.

"Why didn't you continue to call?" Angus reluctantly believed it, and continued to question.

Steve... "Because I'm on my way here..."

"Um, I'm sorry. I didn't know...you—didn't know I was here?" Steve wondered.

Angus...he just wasn't paying attention.

"You miss me, why don't you make it up again?" Steve pulled the corners of his lips, lowered his head halfway, and looked at him with a dog's eye angle.

Aggrieved, a bit like when you pretend to be good with juice, or... yourself?

Angus looked away for a while, pulled off the bed sheet, and couldn't think of what to do for a while.But I also know that it would be really stupid to ask to make up the phone.

So he could only stare at the culprit, as if he wanted to bite him to death.

Steve coughed and suppressed his own smile: "Because you didn't answer any of them, so, I think, I can just take a look."

"I've waited for you three times—" Angus said loudly, then grabbed the pillow again and whispered, "You missed the appointment. I don't want to talk to you."

Steve's smile subsided slightly, looking at him, he began to feel inexplicably sorry.

Angus met his gaze, not happy at all, but he couldn't figure out why he blamed Steve.

Very irritable, irritable, angry, and wronged.

Steve had the illusion that he was about to cry, and started to panic.

Although it was less than an hour or fifty minutes, rounded up, it was true that Angus said that he had waited three times, and it was true that he had not responded once.

I really can't laugh out loud.

Steve swallowed, approached slowly, squatted beside him, took his hand and rubbed it, flatteringly said: "Angus, don't be angry.

I just didn't think it through.I'm sorry, let's make up, okay?You ignore me, I feel bad. "

"I miss you." This sentence is learned, at least it works well for me.

Angus pulled his hand away, turned around his ankle, faced the wall, and turned his back to him: "I don't miss you."

Steve's hands were empty, and so was his heart.

"Go away, I want to be alone." Angus didn't lose his temper very much, and his tone was not too blunt.

But Steve's instinct told him that it would be the end of him if he really left now.

Steve pulled the person back, forced himself to move a position, and hugged the struggling person on the bed cross-legged: "I'm sorry. I was self-assessed and self-righteous before. I thought I did those things for your own good, but I concealed you , didn't discuss it with you. It's my fault."

"As for the phone call, I just want you to know that I'm by your side." Steve let go of the struggling person, and seriously reflected on himself, "It's my fault to keep you waiting, I won't do this again gone."

"I'll be there whenever you want me to be. Okay? Phone or something, whatever you want."

"You can also find me at any time," Steve continued to cede the land and pay compensation, Angus no longer turned his back to him, and moved into his arms to cover himself, "Or do you want me to do something else What? Anything."

"No matter what it is, I know I'm wrong, so don't ignore me." Steve hugged him and shook him gently.

"Angus, are we getting along? Please—please—I really need you to stop being mad at me."

"Then it's not allowed next time." Angus said in a muffled voice, although he didn't know what he couldn't do next time.

"I swear." Steve breathed a sigh of relief and promised solemnly.

"Also, why did you seem to be happy when I was angry before!" Angus licked his face from his arms, dissatisfied.

"Well, it's complicated." Steve mumbled.

He didn't know how to explain that he was happy because Angus was angry at the fact that he wanted to feed him. No matter how he explained it, it seemed to be worse.

Not knowing what else to say, Steve learned to hug him and kiss him everywhere without a teacher, ready to get away with it.

Angus rolled on the bed, stepped on his stomach, dodged from left to right, and did not escape a kiss. Finally, he covered his mouth and pushed it away vigorously, looking at him.

Steve looked down at his face, suppressed the corners of his lips that he didn't know when, and tried to be serious.

One thing is certain, he really doesn't want Angus to continue ignoring him.

"So, arewegood? [Are we reconciled]"

After a while, Angus put his arms around his neck: "I'm tired and I'm not angry. But you can't make trouble with me."

Steve felt relieved immediately: "OK—you can sleep for a while, I will be with you today."

As soon as the words came out, Steve felt like he was a little full, "If, um, for the time being... nothing else."

Angus had already snuggled into his arms, breathing steadily, and fell asleep.

Steve bowed his head and stroked his hair, fingering the ring on his earlobe.

Slowly, his cheeks and ears became a little red belatedly, he bent his lips to reveal a silly smile, lowered his head and carefully kissed the sleeping man.

Kiss everywhere, want to kiss no matter how you look at it.

Angus was tickled, dodged a little, buried his face in his neck, and snorted in protest.

Steve hugged him tightly, and then restrained himself, his Adam's apple rolled, and he sighed softly.

He is now holding a baby that is all his own and everything is fine.

He hugged him tightly, kissed him again, and lay down halfway, Steve listened to his breathing, feeling peaceful.

The author has something to say: One thing comes down to another, as for which one loses, it is up to the beholder, and the wise see the wisdom.

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